“Come move the sprinkler,” it says, “deadhead my spent blossoms, come pick up some wood for tonight’s fire and weave more fronds into the bamboo and palmetto wall.  Come outside.  It’s sunny, it’s 61 degrees.  Don’t delay.  This is only today and there is only now.”

Just because you are a trusting person who gave their love to a person who could not receive it, do not stop loving.  Hold them in your heart with gratitude and good wishes. Wish for others what you wish for yourself.

An insight came during meditation this morning: I either just gave someone the tools to help carve a new path to wholeness, or to be very dangerous in this world.  The tools were my gift.  I cannot be attached to what happens to my gift after giving it. What I CAN do is take time to consider before giving friends “secrets” and methods for work they do not yet understand.  Until they have a basic understanding, the words they hear do not convey the meaning of the words I say.  If I am under illusion at the time or in my ego, my vanity lets me fill in the blanks and stay in the illusion that we are on the same page. That we both will use use our super powers for good.  Hope springs eternal. I must take responsibility for those in whom I awaken the kundalini shakti, if my ego allows me to do it simply because they asked. Is it my place to judge whether they are ready for the implications? Or is it my place to simply give what is asked if I am a vibrational match to a child of God who walks to my door and asks for something I’m capable of giving?

I walked through the Wickham Farmer’s Market yesterday afternoon with a friend and, after buying a beautiful bouquet of organic kale, we looked at all the goodies the vendors had on display.  ”Bread,” I said, “I miss bread.”  I told him I eat very little processed food now.  ”What is considered processed food?”  he asked.  Good question.  Usually anything with a label of ingredients that has been through a cooking process.  A can of soup is processed.  Bread and pasta are processed, snack foods are processed, cookies, crackers, chips, pastries, candy, box dinner mixes are all processed. Most contain sugar, salt and wheat, some are gluten free.  It’s all processed.  So what is not processed?  Fresh fruits and vegetables are not processed.  Most meats are not processed, potatoes are not processed.  Dehydrated fruits and veggies have been through a process, however I consider them unprocessed.  I eat the occasional can of soup, pasta or Joseph’s oat bran and flax pita, but it’s not every week.  Continue reading →

When you meet someone new and they have all sorts of trouble going on in their life and say they have no one at all willing to help them, what do you do?  How did they get to a place where no one they know is willing to help them any longer?

Yesterday was a busy day of administrative work and catching up on phone calls and emails.  I took a few breaks to walk through the property, picking up fallen branches and moving the sprinkler.  Earlier in the week, I’d cut a lot of the older, lower fronds off my sabal minor palmettos.  I also have some sabal minor Mccurtains that I leave untrimmed.  I picked up the trimmed fronds (with gloves this time!) and wove them into the driveway wall, filling in the empty spaces.  I have to leave the structure very airy so the wind can blow freely, and not knock it down.  Until the freeze in February 2000 something, a five feet tall ficus hedge lined the driveway.  It just last year began coming back.   I love that the plants have a cycle, that all of Nature has a cycle.  It lets me know that nothing dies, everything is reborn in another form, ever changing.  That keeps me hopeful for the future.  Not just about my yard, but about my life.   Continue reading →

I’m making the patio area outside my bedroom more private with latticework and 4×4′s. So far, so good. What do you think? I’m standing in the bamboo shooting directly toward the main suite entryway, which is behind the plants.  I made a cool screen of last season’s cut bamboo “bones”, fastening them horizontal on the vertical growing living bamboo. It’s pretty nifty. I just stuck a bunch of newly cut palmetto fronds in there, too. When ya live close, it’s nice to give everyone as much privacy as you can.

Yesterday was a busy day of administrative work and catching up on phone calls and emails.  I took a few breaks to walk through the property, picking up fallen branches and moving the sprinkler.  Earlier in the week, I’d cut a lot of the older, lower fronds off my sabal minor palmettos.  I also have some sabal minor Mccurtains that I leave untrimmed.  I picked up the trimmed fronds (with gloves this time!) and wove them into the driveway wall, filling in the empty spaces.  I have to leave the structure very airy so the wind can blow freely, and not knock it down.  Until the freeze in February 2000 something, a five feet tall ficus hedge lined the driveway.  It just last year began coming back.   I love that the plants have a cycle, that all of Nature has a cycle.  It lets me know that nothing dies, everything is reborn in another form, ever changing.  That keeps me hopeful for the future.  Not just about my yard, but about my life.   Continue reading →

Now that I am down to one kitty and it’s just Yinnie and I, yesterday I thought about her eating habits.  She likes the dry food, which I know is not best for her. She eats very little canned food, maybe 1/2 can a day.  I don’t know how much natural diet she eats since when I see her outside, she is lounging in the sun and rarely hunting.  I thought, as little as she eats (altho she’s plump – must be the kibble) I will just cook her food when I cook my own.  We began last night with some rotisserie chicken breast with cooked spinach.  She looked amused and ate some kibble and split out the cat door.  Ok, cans and kibble it is.

Interesting how the Universe arranges it so that someone we’ve known for years can suddenly appear before us in an entirely new way, giving glimpses of depths and dimensions never before noticed. It’s all in perfect timing, that “not connecting before now” part.  The chalice had to be in place to receive the elixir.  It’s nice when both can recognize that. A friend commented on Facebook, “Make sure no fool’s gold this time.”  I responded, “It’s never fool’s gold, it’s ALL valuable. There is magic to letting yourself live in the dream for as long as you can.”